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The Red Journal© By: Icecold656| STORY IMAGE | CHARACTERS FACES| *CREDITS TO: Deviantart.com – Images edited by Me ♥ 365 pages.... 365 days.... I should have known it was a countdown:OTHER PHOTOS:|
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(**My first time doing a story here, I've been writing since elementary and I'm also a journalist...and!! Enough about that...
I'm Leen, 16, And err... Please say "break a leg" to me! And it's very nice
meeting you... I hope you'd love the story I'm about to offer.
My characters and places are fictional by the way... So don't try and go searching for them. XD
But yer, yer, someday I'll write my own life's love story here... I hope... HAHA!
So here goes the story... In five, four, three, two, one....! BAM!**)
[ CHARACTER DESCRIPTIONS: ]
Samantha Hayes
"I'm living my life as much as I could, but I always feel empty by some
piece of memory that I seem to have lost. It almost seem so unimportant
to even try and recall until you came along."
Luke Richens
"I'm thankful that I'm with you as much as I could. I need to explain things...
Things that you might not even believe.. I wished for unbelievable consequences
just so I could be with you... I really need to. "
[ (Samantha’s Pals) ]
Lucy Allister
~Boyish behavior despite the pretty face, sports fanatic~
Cindy Brooks
~Has a nose for ‘gossip’, A lil’ chubby which leads us to the
notion that she really loves food, plus, she's Boy-crazy~
Erica Olden
~Typical sassy girl, Can be a !@#$ sometimes, Definitely stylish~
Mark Leisters
~A real gentleman... "gentlegirl", Boy-next-door looks
but he isn't a boy as he says, so 'girl'-next-door looks then…~
[ Samantha’s Family ]
Dad (Michael)
~Protective dude, Funny guy, Workaholic~
Matt (Samantha's brother)
~Almost a complete duplicate of his dad, protective also
esp. for her sister, workaholic, mysterious guy to say the least~
**~EXTRAS are in THIS color~**
~~~NEW CHARACTERS!~~~
Criss
~Mysterious buddy of Luke~
RJ Panco
~A Rival or A Friend?
A Threat or An Insurance?~
Richard Vermont
~A man who seemed to have a given
a huge impact on Luke's life.
All that surrounds him is a mystery that is yet to be unfolded~
(**I hope I'm going to do great things on this haha...! I've made
this story because I'm inspired by the anime show I've recently watched, entitled _____
(I will not reveal it yet, so that the suspense will kill you all, haha, I'll reveal the anime
show I based my idea on when this story of mine ends...)
-hint, hint- This story is sort of... out of the ordinary if I say so myself. Don't
expect too much of a very grand, grand, Cinderella ending though... But of course, it's
definitely a good read! (I hope!) ^__^
The Characters list isn't the final list yet, along the way, I might add new ones too.
Characters Images are for imaginary purposes only
I'm also sorry in advance if updating the story is taking so much time,
aside from having to do my ‘university workload’, I am quite finicky when
I'm writing... I need to read it over and over again before I say it's "Okay" Haha xD
But I guarantee you long chapters so it might be worth the wait -i hope-**)
Gladness can engulf me in an instant, ♥♥
but pain can take so much time…
Put time into good use,
is presence really that important?
*Synopsis*
Samantha thought that it doesn't matter much if she forgot a big chunk of her childhood memory, but the presence of Luke suddenly draws her back into the recalling of her past. A journal that soon binds the two of them, a continuous barrage of memories unfolding; is she ready for such a sudden shock?
FOREWORD
****Samantha’s Statement****My name is Samantha Hayes and I came from Sparta. No, no, no, I’m kidding, that sounded lame… way too lame. Anyway, you might get the idea now that I have a trivial sense of humor. Which sometimes can’t be referred to as humor anymore. Troubled you, eh? Not as much as it troubles me.
My story would start when I was around my senior year in Bluecave High. My family originally lived in Kingston though. My kin is composed of my dad, my brother, and I… My mom? She’s in heaven, I suppose. (We still have with us mom’s cremains in an urn placed inside dad’s room.)
We somehow managed to get through life without her—though I have to say that I really longed for my mother, but what can we do, right? Sure, my dad misses her; I can even hear him secretly crying sometimes, whereas he openly shows his sadness especially on the night of my mom’s death anniversary every year.
Dad told me that mom died when I was still 5 years old because of a car accident—a car accident that erupted out of nowhere, and that unfortunately, of which my mom was on the way. My brother, Matt, currently works somewhere out of town, so he could help my dad in making ends meet—and not be a pain in the ass. I miss him, but the good part is that he still manages to visit me and dad once in a while.
Why have we moved, anyway? We moved to Bluecave sometime during my grade school years and when I was probably around 9 years old?
I know something happened that’s why we moved, but I just can’t remember… And my dad doesn't even help me in remembering... He would always say:
”We moved! That's all, sweetheart. Apart of that also, is that we could move out from the bad memories, a place like that where your mom met an accident isn’t good for us."Yeaaaah riiiight… thus said by the dad who still keeps such memories even after the move.
I know and I have this gut feeling, that there was more to that... I just can't recall.... And dear God, no, I didn't have amnesia which is to the best of my knowledge and to the assurance of my dad.
Other than not remembering the cause for our moving to Bluecave, I can’t even remember how I spent my childhood in Kingston. I know, it's pathetic. I had to leave out or shut up during my friends' conversations whenever they try to share their childhood stories… simply because I can't share anything. As in nadah~
No memories, not even a tiny bit.
Whenever I try to recall any experiences that I had there, well, I always find myself failing at it. I feel like I’m desperately trying to switch on a dead television inside the back of my mind.
I tried asking more and more about some stuff when I was still a kid there so it could help me in remembering, but like the uncooperative person my dad is, he would always say along with a smirk:
“Why try to remember? You were still a kid. A really noisy kid, nothing much happened, sweetheart.” He was a very hard nut, that's for sure, and I always wondered why… Sometimes it makes me think that he’s too old that’s why he can’t remember it himself—and that he’s just shy to admit that he forgot about my childhood.
Sheesh, adults; but I love my dad… obviously!
Time passed, and I didn’t even bothered on nagging my dad or even remembering again the experiences I had in Kingston. It was tiring, anyway, and who cares about such childhood memories as much as I do…?
So… When did I stop on trying to recall?
During the start of the year when I finished from 3rd year and about to enter senior year… the time when Luke suddenly appeared into my oh-so-boring life.
****Luke’s POV*****I felt a little bit woozy as soon as I set foot on the ground. I think it really takes some time to adjust to this new surrounding.
I looked back and glanced sideways.
What a heck of a journey, I thought to myself as I quickly looked up at the skies smiling contentedly.
I’m really glad that I’m already here.
The ‘bosses’ weren’t too enthusiastic about the idea of me leaving, but sometimes, like what some say, good guys really needed a break and an extra
good great ‘grant’ once in a while.
I started walking up the road while thinking of all the things that I should do now that I’m here… It isn’t much of a good idea if I instantly show myself to
her. Sure it’s the first day of the year, but I wanted a little more pizzazz… more flavor!
I chuckled at the thought of it—pizzazz huh?
This is so gay.
I stopped walking as I saw the big sign right above me.
WELCOME TO BLUECAVE!
I grinned once more. Dang, I’m really excited to see her. I kept on walking and soon, I started to see more people, bustling along and talking joyfully. The streets still have the traces of last midnight’s celebrations; sticks, firework wrappers, confetti and the like. Some kids were even lighting a few noisy fireworks in the distance which is to the dismay of their parents.
I really love this buoyant atmosphere; I hope I came here a little early so I could celebrate New Year’s too... New Year—wow, that brings back memories. I should be mourning or something instead of being too eager to celebrate it, but heck no, I'm tired of that drama.
After several minutes, I found myself in the center of the shopping district. I saw this little shop named
Mignon Boutique which has these appealing stuff toys displayed on the front along with some really neat stuff like figurines, accessories, notebooks, etc.
I felt like going in so I did. Bells chimed as I opened the wooden red door. An old man greeted me and I nodded my head with a smile.
I started walking around looking at all the stuff—all of a sudden, this certain red journal caught my eye.
I held it up with my two hands and the old man suddenly called out,
“That’s a good material you’re holding there, sir, 365 pages, good for a year. Not a binder though such as all the new stuff recently, so you couldn’t refill it. However, it’s one of the best things I’ve got here, it charms the girls.” I chuckled,
Sales-talk. But then again, I smiled from ear to ear; it’s just what I wanted. “
I’ll take it.” I said.
